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He and Simon had a way of saying so much without saying anything at all. Everything he could want to convey was in his touch, his eyes, an honesty more raw than what he could put into words. They would talk after, floating in a space from which he never wanted to come down.
Wilhelm still misses that feeling, which lingers like a ghost, dead but not quite gone. But the ache is softened by the warmth of Jesper's body, of his mouth inviting him and his hands inciting him. The heat of his voice, like something melted dripping all over him. My pigeon. It's nice to belong somewhere, even if it's just for a little while.
"I like listening to you too," he admits in a whisper against Jesper's shoulder.
Though his body is spent, desire still smolders in him, like embers glowing even after the fire's gone out, as he watches Jesper thrust into his hand. The other boy's pleasure is exciting. The hard surge of his cock in his grasp, the tension pulling his beautiful body taut — this is a power Wilhelm finds he enjoys wielding.
Sliding down in bed, he bends to kiss the head of Jesper's cock, wet and messy. His eyes flutter up the stretch of Jesper's body to watch for his reaction as his tongue spreads over the flushed skin and drips down the shaft. A little slickness to help ease the glide of his hand. Mouthing all along Jesper's length, he squeezes the inside of his thigh, carefully cups his balls. Touch is an addicting thing.
Wilhelm still misses that feeling, which lingers like a ghost, dead but not quite gone. But the ache is softened by the warmth of Jesper's body, of his mouth inviting him and his hands inciting him. The heat of his voice, like something melted dripping all over him. My pigeon. It's nice to belong somewhere, even if it's just for a little while.
"I like listening to you too," he admits in a whisper against Jesper's shoulder.
Though his body is spent, desire still smolders in him, like embers glowing even after the fire's gone out, as he watches Jesper thrust into his hand. The other boy's pleasure is exciting. The hard surge of his cock in his grasp, the tension pulling his beautiful body taut — this is a power Wilhelm finds he enjoys wielding.
Sliding down in bed, he bends to kiss the head of Jesper's cock, wet and messy. His eyes flutter up the stretch of Jesper's body to watch for his reaction as his tongue spreads over the flushed skin and drips down the shaft. A little slickness to help ease the glide of his hand. Mouthing all along Jesper's length, he squeezes the inside of his thigh, carefully cups his balls. Touch is an addicting thing.
"That's good, I like talking." Jesper smiles and his tone is very sultry when desire is choking him, caught in his throat, finding Wilhelm's rise in confidence deeply appealing. He's surprised him by unraveling into being both seductive and sweet, and Jesper is surrendering to him, letting him take command now.
Wilhelm definitely gets a reaction when his lips hit Jesper's cock and he gasps, his fingers stroking through his hair, swallowing hard. "Yes," he hisses and he lifts his head to watch him. Jesper doesn't hold back, he lets it all show, the fluttering of his eyelashes, the moan spilling from his lips. He is free in the throes of lust and shivers at the touch to his balls.
"Perfect, sweetheart. I've thought about that pretty mouth on me since we met." Jesper is shameless. He wanted Wilhelm from day one, from when he sat on that blanket at the July party, and thought about how soft they looked. It's easy to talk here with Wilhelm causing his nerves to twitch and his blood to boil.
He is careful not to thrust toward Wilhelm's mouth or push him into anything, although he does purposely rub himself against his cheek, watching the flushed skin against him. "I would've found a little spot for us at the party that night. Pushed you up against a tree and made you moan for me, even with people nearby."
Wilhelm definitely gets a reaction when his lips hit Jesper's cock and he gasps, his fingers stroking through his hair, swallowing hard. "Yes," he hisses and he lifts his head to watch him. Jesper doesn't hold back, he lets it all show, the fluttering of his eyelashes, the moan spilling from his lips. He is free in the throes of lust and shivers at the touch to his balls.
"Perfect, sweetheart. I've thought about that pretty mouth on me since we met." Jesper is shameless. He wanted Wilhelm from day one, from when he sat on that blanket at the July party, and thought about how soft they looked. It's easy to talk here with Wilhelm causing his nerves to twitch and his blood to boil.
He is careful not to thrust toward Wilhelm's mouth or push him into anything, although he does purposely rub himself against his cheek, watching the flushed skin against him. "I would've found a little spot for us at the party that night. Pushed you up against a tree and made you moan for me, even with people nearby."
Surprise stumbles across his expression, eyes jumping up to Jesper, even as he keeps spreading kisses over his cock. Obviously they couldn't have gotten here — naked and entangled, dripping moans and sweat — without wanting. But to Wilhelm, who's still getting acquainted with his desire, Jesper's boldness hits in a rush.
He remembers feeling lonely that night, despite being in a crowd. The fireworks splashing the sky in color felt closer than anybody else. If Jesper had asked for a kiss then, he wouldn't have been ready for it. It was too soon. He didn't know he was ready for any of this until it was happening, until he was coming undone, loneliness fraying to reveal longing.
"We would've gotten kicked out," Wilhelm protests, lightly pinching Jesper's thigh. His disapproval is softened by the way he nuzzles into Jesper's rubbing, not minding the stickiness it smudges on his cheek. Although the threat of discovery worries him more than thrills him, being wanted with such raw force is an electrifying thought that sizzles deep in his belly.
If they weren't here, would you have thrown yourself at me? He shoves the memory back onto its shelf. Throwing his full attention onto Jesper, he teases him with quick little flicks of his tongue and glancing kisses, caresses his balls.
His shamelessness is appealing. It's a window into a world Wilhelm hasn't had a chance to explore — and he can't help but want to join him there. Curling his hand around the base of Jesper's cock, he stretches his mouth over the flushed head. As he sinks lower, his eyes flutter upward, seeking approval. He wants Jesper's hands buried in his hair. His husky voice spilling sweet nicknames and raunchy encouragements. Anything and everything.
He remembers feeling lonely that night, despite being in a crowd. The fireworks splashing the sky in color felt closer than anybody else. If Jesper had asked for a kiss then, he wouldn't have been ready for it. It was too soon. He didn't know he was ready for any of this until it was happening, until he was coming undone, loneliness fraying to reveal longing.
"We would've gotten kicked out," Wilhelm protests, lightly pinching Jesper's thigh. His disapproval is softened by the way he nuzzles into Jesper's rubbing, not minding the stickiness it smudges on his cheek. Although the threat of discovery worries him more than thrills him, being wanted with such raw force is an electrifying thought that sizzles deep in his belly.
If they weren't here, would you have thrown yourself at me? He shoves the memory back onto its shelf. Throwing his full attention onto Jesper, he teases him with quick little flicks of his tongue and glancing kisses, caresses his balls.
His shamelessness is appealing. It's a window into a world Wilhelm hasn't had a chance to explore — and he can't help but want to join him there. Curling his hand around the base of Jesper's cock, he stretches his mouth over the flushed head. As he sinks lower, his eyes flutter upward, seeking approval. He wants Jesper's hands buried in his hair. His husky voice spilling sweet nicknames and raunchy encouragements. Anything and everything.
"Mmm, not into public sex, noted." Jesper is into just about anything. He honestly has yet to get pitched an idea that he wasn't down for trying. He would say he maybe has some favorites, and almost-caught sex is not on that list. It's a yes though. Fun for certain, thrilling, and absolutely magnificent when pulled off right. But he's not surprised in the least that Wilhelm is more modest about that. They are still learning each other and he likes that.
The way he nuzzles into Jesper's cock like a cat really does a number on him, it is very sex, how little he seems to mind. Jesper is very cloesly watching too, licking his lips as he sees some of his come paint over those soft cheeks. "Saints," is all he says as he watches that. Just picturesque in a very crude way.
"Yes, fuck, yes." Jesper's head tilts back for a moment as he gets overwhelmed with a rush of pure desire, the pleasure rolling off him. Wilhelm's mouth is hot and consuming and he digs his fingers into his hair just as he wants. "You're doing perfect, love, your mouth should be illegal." He shudders and manages to go up on an elbow so he can blatantly watch.
Seeing himself disappearing into Wilhelm's mouth, the look in his pretty eyes as he looks up for approval, Jesper smiles at him, suggestive and smooth. "You need this don't you, Wille?" His fingers tighten in his hair. "You want to get me off. Want me to spill between those perfect lips." He pushes up toward him just a little bit, not enough to gag him.
"Come on, pigeon. Make me see stars."
The way he nuzzles into Jesper's cock like a cat really does a number on him, it is very sex, how little he seems to mind. Jesper is very cloesly watching too, licking his lips as he sees some of his come paint over those soft cheeks. "Saints," is all he says as he watches that. Just picturesque in a very crude way.
"Yes, fuck, yes." Jesper's head tilts back for a moment as he gets overwhelmed with a rush of pure desire, the pleasure rolling off him. Wilhelm's mouth is hot and consuming and he digs his fingers into his hair just as he wants. "You're doing perfect, love, your mouth should be illegal." He shudders and manages to go up on an elbow so he can blatantly watch.
Seeing himself disappearing into Wilhelm's mouth, the look in his pretty eyes as he looks up for approval, Jesper smiles at him, suggestive and smooth. "You need this don't you, Wille?" His fingers tighten in his hair. "You want to get me off. Want me to spill between those perfect lips." He pushes up toward him just a little bit, not enough to gag him.
"Come on, pigeon. Make me see stars."
Jesper's babbling pours over Wilhelm as he fills his mouth with him. Raw and lurid, it should embarrass him, but drenched in charm, Jesper somehow transforms every word into something silky and sweet, electric and exciting.
It pins him to the present, too, with the reminder that this isn't Simon tensing and twisting beneath him. Closing his eyes would be easy enough. Imagining it were him sharing this bed — his hard heat cradled in Wilhelm's mouth like it's sacred, his fingers woven in his hair where they belong. But that isn't fair to any of them. Simon, who remains untouchable in his memory. Jesper, who's working so hard at distracting him. His own heart.
Lacking practice, Wilhelm can't accommodate every inch. He stops when he feels Jesper's cock press against the back of his tongue, nudge against the opening of his throat. What he can't fit in his mouth, he keeps stroking as he pulls back and slides down again. But there's evidence he's done this before: he's careful not to scrape his teeth along Jesper's length, creating a cushion with his lips and tongue.
Eager to discover what will snatch Jesper's breath away, he experiments with the rhythm. He pulls his mouth off slowly, squeezing him in the hot cinch of tongue and cheeks, then plunges down all at once. He slurps at his head, lapping at the underside and tracing circles with his tongue. He angles himself to guide Jesper's cock into the soft hold of his cheek, letting it create a visible bulge in the side of his mouth.
And at each shift, he measures Jesper through long lashes. He watches for stars.
It pins him to the present, too, with the reminder that this isn't Simon tensing and twisting beneath him. Closing his eyes would be easy enough. Imagining it were him sharing this bed — his hard heat cradled in Wilhelm's mouth like it's sacred, his fingers woven in his hair where they belong. But that isn't fair to any of them. Simon, who remains untouchable in his memory. Jesper, who's working so hard at distracting him. His own heart.
Lacking practice, Wilhelm can't accommodate every inch. He stops when he feels Jesper's cock press against the back of his tongue, nudge against the opening of his throat. What he can't fit in his mouth, he keeps stroking as he pulls back and slides down again. But there's evidence he's done this before: he's careful not to scrape his teeth along Jesper's length, creating a cushion with his lips and tongue.
Eager to discover what will snatch Jesper's breath away, he experiments with the rhythm. He pulls his mouth off slowly, squeezing him in the hot cinch of tongue and cheeks, then plunges down all at once. He slurps at his head, lapping at the underside and tracing circles with his tongue. He angles himself to guide Jesper's cock into the soft hold of his cheek, letting it create a visible bulge in the side of his mouth.
And at each shift, he measures Jesper through long lashes. He watches for stars.
Wilhelm might not be as practiced but he is doing just great as far as Jesper is concerned. Sometimes perfect skill isn't required; enthusiasm more than makes up for it. He isn't thinking about anyone but Wilhelm right then, he's definitely put his mind past that sort of fractured consideration. He hasn't thought about another soft-haired youth in months. It's only them in there, for him.
He likes the experimentation and seeing Wilhelm go outside of his comfort zone and that is getting him up the hill, especially when he laps at the underside, sending little shocks of pleasure through Jesper. He goes wild for a moment in reaction to that, digging his fingers in tighter. His other hand takes advantage of the beautiful glimpse of the bulge and traces his fingers along it, feeling himself push against it through Wille's mouth. That just about does it right there.
"Wille. Wilhelm." His fingers hold Wilhelm's head in place but he doesn't push forward or anything, he is rather gentle about it, he isn't going to gag him. He needs to let that wet heat surround him and he crashes back on the bed, no longer able to keep on his elbow at all. The moment his head hits the mattress he releases into his perfect mouth, releasing his hair almost immediately so he doesn't feel forced. Also because his hand drops away from the sheer burst of pleasure shooting through his veins. There are stars, but only he can see them.
"Oh sweetheart, you pretty thing," Jesper groans, wiping hands over his face. He is all loose and warm now. "That was exactly what I needed."
He likes the experimentation and seeing Wilhelm go outside of his comfort zone and that is getting him up the hill, especially when he laps at the underside, sending little shocks of pleasure through Jesper. He goes wild for a moment in reaction to that, digging his fingers in tighter. His other hand takes advantage of the beautiful glimpse of the bulge and traces his fingers along it, feeling himself push against it through Wille's mouth. That just about does it right there.
"Wille. Wilhelm." His fingers hold Wilhelm's head in place but he doesn't push forward or anything, he is rather gentle about it, he isn't going to gag him. He needs to let that wet heat surround him and he crashes back on the bed, no longer able to keep on his elbow at all. The moment his head hits the mattress he releases into his perfect mouth, releasing his hair almost immediately so he doesn't feel forced. Also because his hand drops away from the sheer burst of pleasure shooting through his veins. There are stars, but only he can see them.
"Oh sweetheart, you pretty thing," Jesper groans, wiping hands over his face. He is all loose and warm now. "That was exactly what I needed."
[ On Christmas morning, there will be a box wrapped in gold paper waiting in front of the door of Jesper's room. A card on top bears his name in Julie's handwriting, and the inside wishes him a merry Christmas.
Inside the box is an ornate, hand-carved poker set in a matching wooden case. A small card inside says that playing for fun doesn't hurt, and if he ever needs to be distracted, she's willing to play as many hands as he wants.
Merry Christmas. ]
Inside the box is an ornate, hand-carved poker set in a matching wooden case. A small card inside says that playing for fun doesn't hurt, and if he ever needs to be distracted, she's willing to play as many hands as he wants.
Merry Christmas. ]
Although he can tell that Jesper is close, hurtling toward that peak, ready to plunge right off, it still catches him by surprise when he actually reaches it. Jesper crashes to the mattress, and a warm, sharp taste fills Wilhelm's mouth. Reflexively, as one does when something unexpected happens, he pulls back. Now that his jaw doesn't have to strain so wide, swallowing is easier.
Except, Jesper hasn't finished. Wilhelm catches a pearly streak of cum across his cheek, another on his lips, before he seals his mouth around Jesper's cockhead to try to catch the rest. Milking him with steady strokes, he sucks and laps at him until Jesper falls still, as if pleasure is a tidal wave that has surged through him and left him washed up on some shore.
Well, wherever it's swept him to, Wilhelm is content to be there with him. He answers Jesper's little pet names, which from a less gorgeous mouth might sound patronizing, with a kiss nestled against his hipbone. His hair, falling in a curtain, brushes his skin. Crawling back up to Jesper, he curls up at his side. His touch as he traces his tattoos again is shy, as if he hadn't just done his damndest to suck him dry. As if his face isn't still sticky with the evidence.
"Can we just...stay like this for a little while?" he murmurs.
He isn't ready to go back to where his anxiety snarls him and his loneliness guts him.
Except, Jesper hasn't finished. Wilhelm catches a pearly streak of cum across his cheek, another on his lips, before he seals his mouth around Jesper's cockhead to try to catch the rest. Milking him with steady strokes, he sucks and laps at him until Jesper falls still, as if pleasure is a tidal wave that has surged through him and left him washed up on some shore.
Well, wherever it's swept him to, Wilhelm is content to be there with him. He answers Jesper's little pet names, which from a less gorgeous mouth might sound patronizing, with a kiss nestled against his hipbone. His hair, falling in a curtain, brushes his skin. Crawling back up to Jesper, he curls up at his side. His touch as he traces his tattoos again is shy, as if he hadn't just done his damndest to suck him dry. As if his face isn't still sticky with the evidence.
"Can we just...stay like this for a little while?" he murmurs.
He isn't ready to go back to where his anxiety snarls him and his loneliness guts him.
Jesper is amazed at the lingering of Wilhelm's mouth on him to the point where he's not sure how long a moan of his has gone, but it is quite a long time. And well-deserved. It keeps the experience lasting and he somehow knows how to stop before it's too much. Leading Jesper to decide he really and truly needs to lock this boy down. This is not going to be a one-off. He needs more of him.
He manages to open his eyes when Wilhelm moves up to his side and he turns so he can face him. Jesper is affectionate so he has no hesitation as he cuddles in close to Wilhelm, lifting a hand to run comfortably along the side of his body and to his soft back. He leans in to kiss Wilhelm again, slow and sweet, licking the taste of himself off his lip as he does.
"We can stay as long as you want, Wille." Jesper nuzzles his nose, breathing him in deeply. He feels warm, relaxed, and content, and there are few things better than a pretty boy in his bed. "Did you have fun, pigeon?" Jesper promised him a fun time, and he wants to make sure he delivered.
He manages to open his eyes when Wilhelm moves up to his side and he turns so he can face him. Jesper is affectionate so he has no hesitation as he cuddles in close to Wilhelm, lifting a hand to run comfortably along the side of his body and to his soft back. He leans in to kiss Wilhelm again, slow and sweet, licking the taste of himself off his lip as he does.
"We can stay as long as you want, Wille." Jesper nuzzles his nose, breathing him in deeply. He feels warm, relaxed, and content, and there are few things better than a pretty boy in his bed. "Did you have fun, pigeon?" Jesper promised him a fun time, and he wants to make sure he delivered.
His happiness is the fragile, hollow kind that falls apart if you think about it too much. So he resolves not to think about anything but Jesper's touch sketching his body, Jesper's lips caressing his. His countenance taut with pleasure, as it had just been moments ago, mouth stretched around a moan and eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Being that Jesper has hinted at having a plethora of partners, Wilhelm is pleased that he could cause enough damage to make him buckle like that.
So...did he have fun? Nodding, he smiles into Jesper's chest.
"Mm...yeah. I had fun."
With a kiss brushed against the Wheel of Fortune that's worked into Jesper's tattoo, Wilhelm draws away — but only to reach over the side of the bed and grab his underwear. Now that they've both tumbled down from the heights of pleasure, he feels...well, a little naked. Once he's pulled them on, he rolls back to Jesper. Back to chest, he tugs his arm over himself like a blanket.
"Then...can you hold me?"
Like Jesper's warmth might be a ward, keeping away all of the bad things.
So...did he have fun? Nodding, he smiles into Jesper's chest.
"Mm...yeah. I had fun."
With a kiss brushed against the Wheel of Fortune that's worked into Jesper's tattoo, Wilhelm draws away — but only to reach over the side of the bed and grab his underwear. Now that they've both tumbled down from the heights of pleasure, he feels...well, a little naked. Once he's pulled them on, he rolls back to Jesper. Back to chest, he tugs his arm over himself like a blanket.
"Then...can you hold me?"
Like Jesper's warmth might be a ward, keeping away all of the bad things.
Edited 2022-12-29 04:35 (UTC)
Jesper doesn't bother with clothes because he is comfortable this way, but he doesn't protest Wilhelm getting something on. Well, out loud. This is the Horizon so he can easily make a blanket on top of them for real, but he also puts an arm around him, pulling Wilhelm snugly back against him. He kisses his cheek and nuzzles his nose into Wilhelm's neck, settling there.
"Of course, sweetheart. As long as you need."
"Of course, sweetheart. As long as you need."
[From here]
The thrill of being with someone new never gets old, and Jesper endlessly throws himself into passionate embraces. This is not the first time he has seduced a person at a dinner table, but it is still a special situation because it is here and now and it is Kell. Every person is unique. He can tell that this may be a little new to Kell, he is coming along with him without question, but he seems nervous. Up until they are finally alone and the question has been asked.
Jesper smiles when the kiss comes as an answer and he returns it with fire. Their pleasant verbal foreplay and rising tension at the table means he has been hungry for this and waiting, pouring his withheld desire into Kell's mouth. He is confident as his tongue swipes against his lips, a silent request to open, so he can explore Kell. They both taste of the wine at the party and it is sweet.
While this position allows him to press his body up against Kell, pinning him between Jesper and the door, he wants the man horizontal. Jesper kisses him until he's barely breathing, turning them so that Kell's back is to the room instead of the door. He walks him backward, an arm securely wrapped around his waist to keep hold of him. Jesper has a grace about him in this, the practice of many lustful nights, and he kisses him a few more times on the journey before pushing him back on the bed.
He undoes his belt from his bright red banquet clothes and smirks down at Kell. "You ever done this before? Snuck away with a relative stranger?" He doesn't seem the type now that they're here, which is flattering of course.
The thrill of being with someone new never gets old, and Jesper endlessly throws himself into passionate embraces. This is not the first time he has seduced a person at a dinner table, but it is still a special situation because it is here and now and it is Kell. Every person is unique. He can tell that this may be a little new to Kell, he is coming along with him without question, but he seems nervous. Up until they are finally alone and the question has been asked.
Jesper smiles when the kiss comes as an answer and he returns it with fire. Their pleasant verbal foreplay and rising tension at the table means he has been hungry for this and waiting, pouring his withheld desire into Kell's mouth. He is confident as his tongue swipes against his lips, a silent request to open, so he can explore Kell. They both taste of the wine at the party and it is sweet.
While this position allows him to press his body up against Kell, pinning him between Jesper and the door, he wants the man horizontal. Jesper kisses him until he's barely breathing, turning them so that Kell's back is to the room instead of the door. He walks him backward, an arm securely wrapped around his waist to keep hold of him. Jesper has a grace about him in this, the practice of many lustful nights, and he kisses him a few more times on the journey before pushing him back on the bed.
He undoes his belt from his bright red banquet clothes and smirks down at Kell. "You ever done this before? Snuck away with a relative stranger?" He doesn't seem the type now that they're here, which is flattering of course.
Kell can't tell if what he feels is more nerves or excitement. It's most likely both. This was never his style. He was always the responsible one. Look at him now. Sneaking out of an official banquet to kiss some handsome stranger in his cabin. With hopes for a lot more than just a kiss. It's madness, but it's a wonderful madness.
If it feels that he opens for Jesper's tongue a little too fast, a little too eager, it's only because his own desire has been building through their conversation at the table until he's unable to contain it any more. Kell always felt a sense of pride in his self-control. How he could keep himself sober and indistractable through any feast. Now, it feels as if he has none of it left.
Now, he's sinking into the kiss, half-aware of his surroundings, almost tripping when Jesper moves them around, so there's no longer the support of the door helping him keep his balance. Not falling only for the steady arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bed. There's not a shred of resistance, not to the kisses - those are very well received, and reciprocated in kind - not to the strong hands that push him down on the bed.
"Never this handsome."
Kell's voice is closer to a satisfied purr, a content smile dancing on his lips, though he barely notices it himself. He's not aware of his own wants and desires most of the time. It's not different now. All he knows now is that there's a hungry beast inside of him that demands its tribute in pleasure. And it grows all the hungrier as he watches Jesper undo his belt. Anticipation raising with every move of those swift fingers.
"And never from an official banquet."
He could have lied. Could have said he's done this many times. It would have been so easy. It would have made him look good. It would also be very wrong. As sudden and crazy all they do now feels, Kell wants to be honest with this gorgeous man who so effortlessly shattered all his carefully constructed barriers. It feels very wrong not to. No matter how much the force of his own lust surprises him.
If it feels that he opens for Jesper's tongue a little too fast, a little too eager, it's only because his own desire has been building through their conversation at the table until he's unable to contain it any more. Kell always felt a sense of pride in his self-control. How he could keep himself sober and indistractable through any feast. Now, it feels as if he has none of it left.
Now, he's sinking into the kiss, half-aware of his surroundings, almost tripping when Jesper moves them around, so there's no longer the support of the door helping him keep his balance. Not falling only for the steady arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bed. There's not a shred of resistance, not to the kisses - those are very well received, and reciprocated in kind - not to the strong hands that push him down on the bed.
"Never this handsome."
Kell's voice is closer to a satisfied purr, a content smile dancing on his lips, though he barely notices it himself. He's not aware of his own wants and desires most of the time. It's not different now. All he knows now is that there's a hungry beast inside of him that demands its tribute in pleasure. And it grows all the hungrier as he watches Jesper undo his belt. Anticipation raising with every move of those swift fingers.
"And never from an official banquet."
He could have lied. Could have said he's done this many times. It would have been so easy. It would have made him look good. It would also be very wrong. As sudden and crazy all they do now feels, Kell wants to be honest with this gorgeous man who so effortlessly shattered all his carefully constructed barriers. It feels very wrong not to. No matter how much the force of his own lust surprises him.
Jesper's found that the most controlled of people do best when it's a surprise that throws off their game, something unexpected and sudden that requires them to react rather than think. And he loves making people stop thinking. No thinking, only feeling. He is usually very adaptable to whoever his partner is or what they want, but Kell enjoyed being seduced, so that is who he is. The seducer, the challenged.
He laughs at the compliment and winks since he always loves stroking to his ego, or anything else of his. Jesper runs his fingers through Kell's beautiful red hair and goes onto his knees beside the bed, between Kell's knees. He tugs his shoes off and then slides his hands up Kell's ankles to his knees and his thighs, very close as gray eyes flicker up to look at his face.
"The only thing on that table I wanted was you. Unfortunately it wouldn't have gone over well if I did have you on that table." Jesper grins at him, playfully dancing his fingers to Kell's waistband before going up instead to work on getting his coat and shirt off. It's definitely too hot in here for the layers this cold place required.
"Tell me something, Kell." Jesper is very much a talker in bed as he is about to find out in detail. "If the most handsome stranger you've ever seen seduced you out of an official banquet, what would you want from him?" He is hasty to get hands on bare skin, Kell's pale skin in particular, all soft and light. "Assuming you can have anything."
He laughs at the compliment and winks since he always loves stroking to his ego, or anything else of his. Jesper runs his fingers through Kell's beautiful red hair and goes onto his knees beside the bed, between Kell's knees. He tugs his shoes off and then slides his hands up Kell's ankles to his knees and his thighs, very close as gray eyes flicker up to look at his face.
"The only thing on that table I wanted was you. Unfortunately it wouldn't have gone over well if I did have you on that table." Jesper grins at him, playfully dancing his fingers to Kell's waistband before going up instead to work on getting his coat and shirt off. It's definitely too hot in here for the layers this cold place required.
"Tell me something, Kell." Jesper is very much a talker in bed as he is about to find out in detail. "If the most handsome stranger you've ever seen seduced you out of an official banquet, what would you want from him?" He is hasty to get hands on bare skin, Kell's pale skin in particular, all soft and light. "Assuming you can have anything."
Words. It's where Jesper looses him. At words. At the question. One that assumes that Kell knows. One that makes him think.
To actually get his head back into the situation and face all the screeching noises it has been making that he was blissfully ignoring up to this point. Blissfully ignoring by only focusing on Jesper. What he does. How it feels. If there's anything that Kell has truly ever mastered, it is focus. He can concentrate with such laser intensity that all world recedes into the background. It could stop existing altogether. There's nothing there, but the object of his attention.
It is this inhuman focus that Kell turns on Jesper hands, without one conscious thought. In a stroke of pure instinct. Of mind and body going into it's most preferred mode. Seeing, feeling, acknowledging Jesper's every move, tagging every reaction his own body is having, feeling, making, when those hands slide up his ankles, his knees, his thighs. Noting with equally alien clarity the heat rising in their wake.
Then Jesper decides to talk, and Kell's focus is broken. Suddenly, he's aware of his position on the bed, of the weird angle that he looks at Jesper. Kell blinks, then burns deep, dark red of embarrassment. Heat draining from him faster than it bloomed.
This is a very bad idea. his mind screeches. You really don't know what you are doing, do you? If you're going to ruin it like that, you'd might as well not start at all.
"I..." Kell starts. He trips over his words, breaks, closes his eyes for a moment, before he's able to continue. Sounding all defeated now. Well, it was nice while it lasted. "It is a very unlikely situation to ever happen to me."
It still sounds better than I have no idea.
You're really way over your head in it.
To actually get his head back into the situation and face all the screeching noises it has been making that he was blissfully ignoring up to this point. Blissfully ignoring by only focusing on Jesper. What he does. How it feels. If there's anything that Kell has truly ever mastered, it is focus. He can concentrate with such laser intensity that all world recedes into the background. It could stop existing altogether. There's nothing there, but the object of his attention.
It is this inhuman focus that Kell turns on Jesper hands, without one conscious thought. In a stroke of pure instinct. Of mind and body going into it's most preferred mode. Seeing, feeling, acknowledging Jesper's every move, tagging every reaction his own body is having, feeling, making, when those hands slide up his ankles, his knees, his thighs. Noting with equally alien clarity the heat rising in their wake.
Then Jesper decides to talk, and Kell's focus is broken. Suddenly, he's aware of his position on the bed, of the weird angle that he looks at Jesper. Kell blinks, then burns deep, dark red of embarrassment. Heat draining from him faster than it bloomed.
This is a very bad idea. his mind screeches. You really don't know what you are doing, do you? If you're going to ruin it like that, you'd might as well not start at all.
"I..." Kell starts. He trips over his words, breaks, closes his eyes for a moment, before he's able to continue. Sounding all defeated now. Well, it was nice while it lasted. "It is a very unlikely situation to ever happen to me."
It still sounds better than I have no idea.
You're really way over your head in it.
It is very rare that Jesper talking sultry in the bedroom leads to a screeching halt in someone's comfort, so he is genuinely startled for a moment. He does know some people don't like dirty talk or it embarrasses them, but Kell's reaction is confusing. Not confusing enough it makes him move or anything, but he does tilt his head curiously.
"Hey." Jesper cups Kell's face in his hands firmly. Getting his attention, distracting him from whatever is spiraling in his mind. He is very good at making people listen to him. "It is happening to you. I want you. All you have to do is want me back." He can make this incredibly simple and if that is what Kell needs, fine. As if he minds in the least, he can get this back on track.
"Follow my lead, Kell. You won't regret it, I promise." Jesper smiles and he kisses him then, not at all slow and sweet, dirty and thorough, consuming right off the bat. If he has to get him so lustful again that he can't worry, he is absolutely capable of that. Jesper decides to be forward and moves up to outright climb onto Kell's lap, straddling him with his long legs and moving his hands over his bare torso.
Jesper pulls his own shirt off and leans in close, pressing their bodies against each other, hoping that the distraction of warm skin will fix this problem.
"Hey." Jesper cups Kell's face in his hands firmly. Getting his attention, distracting him from whatever is spiraling in his mind. He is very good at making people listen to him. "It is happening to you. I want you. All you have to do is want me back." He can make this incredibly simple and if that is what Kell needs, fine. As if he minds in the least, he can get this back on track.
"Follow my lead, Kell. You won't regret it, I promise." Jesper smiles and he kisses him then, not at all slow and sweet, dirty and thorough, consuming right off the bat. If he has to get him so lustful again that he can't worry, he is absolutely capable of that. Jesper decides to be forward and moves up to outright climb onto Kell's lap, straddling him with his long legs and moving his hands over his bare torso.
Jesper pulls his own shirt off and leans in close, pressing their bodies against each other, hoping that the distraction of warm skin will fix this problem.
Kell is a bundle of contradictions. That's his secret. He can be horny and insecure at the same time. He's just talented like that. As fast to grasp at what he wants, as he is to convince himself he can't or shouldn't have it.
But the hands on his chin, the touch, the heat, is enough to draw Kell back. His gaze glazing over into focus to fix on Jesper. The red stays, it flows even lower, staining Kell's neck in small drops and pools of colour, but his eyes have the fire in them again. I want you These three words are enough for the flames to rise up under his skin. So little, and yet so much.
"I do" Kell licks his lips, finding them parched again. "I do want you back."
Because, saints, does he want now! As if any of this was less confusing. The whole mess of his own wants and reactions. There's no denying that desire is there. Under the tangle of ... well, everything else.
Then Jesper kisses him, fierce and hungry, and there's little else - nothing really - that Kell can focus on from that moment. Then there's weight on hips, that pushes him down into the mattress, tears a low moan from his lips, as Jesper climbs him, his long fingers sliding down Kell's chest setting his skin alight. Kell's arms go round Jesper's shoulders touching, mapping all over his bare back. His whole body arching upward.
"Show me"
But the hands on his chin, the touch, the heat, is enough to draw Kell back. His gaze glazing over into focus to fix on Jesper. The red stays, it flows even lower, staining Kell's neck in small drops and pools of colour, but his eyes have the fire in them again. I want you These three words are enough for the flames to rise up under his skin. So little, and yet so much.
"I do" Kell licks his lips, finding them parched again. "I do want you back."
Because, saints, does he want now! As if any of this was less confusing. The whole mess of his own wants and reactions. There's no denying that desire is there. Under the tangle of ... well, everything else.
Then Jesper kisses him, fierce and hungry, and there's little else - nothing really - that Kell can focus on from that moment. Then there's weight on hips, that pushes him down into the mattress, tears a low moan from his lips, as Jesper climbs him, his long fingers sliding down Kell's chest setting his skin alight. Kell's arms go round Jesper's shoulders touching, mapping all over his bare back. His whole body arching upward.
"Show me"
Jesper has never failed at recalibrating a person in his bed when it's necessary so he is not surprised when Kell goes back to reacting with heat and fervor. He does wonder for a moment if he's a virgin or just inexperienced, but it doesn't matter, he has chosen to be here and Jesper's going to reward him for it. He certainly reacts intensely to everything Jesper is doing which is deeply satisfying, he does love an expressive lover.
"I will," he promises, kissing Kell again to get him hungry. And because he wants to get a taste of him one more time before he gets distracted. Jesper pulls back and abruptly pushes Kell back down on the bed so he is perched on top of him. Jesper is long and lean in build, his darker skin smooth and his arms covered in tattoos. He would usually enjoy getting a look at that flushed red skin of Kell's, but he thinks it best he doesn't give the man time to squirm under his gaze.
He swoops down quickly, hands framing Kell's head much like he did on the door, and he runs his tongue along the curves of Kell's mouth without kissing him. Jesper moves down his body, pushing some of his weight down so Kell can feel him, a rock of their hips so he can enjoy some friction, so they both can. His mouth works its way down the curve of his neck, licking and sucking on his soft pale skin.
He decides to take his time in terms of making this more sensual and slow for Kell since he is reacting so intensely to everything, he may as well make it especially good for him if he isn't used to this. Jesper goes into every hook up with the mindset he wants more than one go, so it's like an audition. He kisses his way down Kell's chest and then deliberately and slowly circles his tongue around one of Kell's nipples. At the same time one of his hands moves down to directly press the palm of it against the fabric over his pants, rubbing teasingly.
"I will," he promises, kissing Kell again to get him hungry. And because he wants to get a taste of him one more time before he gets distracted. Jesper pulls back and abruptly pushes Kell back down on the bed so he is perched on top of him. Jesper is long and lean in build, his darker skin smooth and his arms covered in tattoos. He would usually enjoy getting a look at that flushed red skin of Kell's, but he thinks it best he doesn't give the man time to squirm under his gaze.
He swoops down quickly, hands framing Kell's head much like he did on the door, and he runs his tongue along the curves of Kell's mouth without kissing him. Jesper moves down his body, pushing some of his weight down so Kell can feel him, a rock of their hips so he can enjoy some friction, so they both can. His mouth works its way down the curve of his neck, licking and sucking on his soft pale skin.
He decides to take his time in terms of making this more sensual and slow for Kell since he is reacting so intensely to everything, he may as well make it especially good for him if he isn't used to this. Jesper goes into every hook up with the mindset he wants more than one go, so it's like an audition. He kisses his way down Kell's chest and then deliberately and slowly circles his tongue around one of Kell's nipples. At the same time one of his hands moves down to directly press the palm of it against the fabric over his pants, rubbing teasingly.
Thing is, Kell is not a virgin. He had his share of fun times while growing up. More or less awkward. More or less actually pleasant. Some he even remembers fondly. Then, there was Lila. It's more a question of character. Of what he lets himself to want or do. This has been a severely limited list for such a long time. With the most of what he truly wanted off the list entirely. It will be difficult to ditch the habit. He's barely even aware of it now.
But Kell's definitely not shy or timid, when he finally lets himself do things. Once he does, he doesn't feel the need to hold back, so yes, that makes him quite expressive in his reactions. The kiss works wonders. Jesper soon has Kell kissing back with renewed fervour. As if they never stopped.
Then there are many things Kell doesn't know about himself. Like the startled gasp he makes when Jesper all but falls down on him, cornering him like he did at the door. A gasp that quickly turns into another moan. Nigh impossible to say if it's the denied kiss, the friction, or Jesper's lips on his neck, that has drawn it, and a quick stream of its successors.
Kell throws his head back, eyes shuts, as he exposes more of his throat for Jesper to devour. Arching his chest up into the sensation of Jesper's tongue on his quickly hardening nipples. His hips into the teasing hand. There can be little doubt what Jesper's touch does to him.
But Kell's definitely not shy or timid, when he finally lets himself do things. Once he does, he doesn't feel the need to hold back, so yes, that makes him quite expressive in his reactions. The kiss works wonders. Jesper soon has Kell kissing back with renewed fervour. As if they never stopped.
Then there are many things Kell doesn't know about himself. Like the startled gasp he makes when Jesper all but falls down on him, cornering him like he did at the door. A gasp that quickly turns into another moan. Nigh impossible to say if it's the denied kiss, the friction, or Jesper's lips on his neck, that has drawn it, and a quick stream of its successors.
Kell throws his head back, eyes shuts, as he exposes more of his throat for Jesper to devour. Arching his chest up into the sensation of Jesper's tongue on his quickly hardening nipples. His hips into the teasing hand. There can be little doubt what Jesper's touch does to him.
Kell is back to being damn near starving for this and Jesper is happy to oblige. Whatever his experience level, it seems like it's been awhile since he really let himself loose. He'll take that as a compliment and also as a challenge. Better make it worth it. Jesper loves when his partners are loud, he loves when they moan and catch their breath, it fills him with pride and his own hunger.
Jesper licks each nipple until they're hard and then suckles on them, his mouth moving down in a very clear direction until he gets to the top of Kell's pants. He smiles up at him and then has to sit up. "Move up on the bed more." He wants him to be comfortable and it also gives Jesper the time to shuck off the rest of his clothes. There is nothing shy or hesitant about him, he is as casual naked as he is closed, and there's no reason for him to second-guess.
He waits until Kell does that so he can come back over to him to divest Kell of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the side, he'll be able to find them easily later at least. Jesper isn't satisfied until all of that perfect pale skin is exposed to him and he licks his lips. "Beautiful," he murmurs, completely genuine. Kell is gorgeous. He forwardly encourages Kell's legs to spread so he can slide back between them and get back to his plan.
"Do you want my mouth on you?" Jesper presses kisses down until his lips have touched everywhere but Kell's hardness, a tease of a tongue against the base but he is intentionally not going further. He nuzzles at him, gray eyes nearly silver in lust, looking up toward him. "I want a yes." He smirks. "A please wouldn't hurt." The problem with talking before was giving Kell too many options to angst over. This is direct in comparison.
Jesper licks each nipple until they're hard and then suckles on them, his mouth moving down in a very clear direction until he gets to the top of Kell's pants. He smiles up at him and then has to sit up. "Move up on the bed more." He wants him to be comfortable and it also gives Jesper the time to shuck off the rest of his clothes. There is nothing shy or hesitant about him, he is as casual naked as he is closed, and there's no reason for him to second-guess.
He waits until Kell does that so he can come back over to him to divest Kell of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the side, he'll be able to find them easily later at least. Jesper isn't satisfied until all of that perfect pale skin is exposed to him and he licks his lips. "Beautiful," he murmurs, completely genuine. Kell is gorgeous. He forwardly encourages Kell's legs to spread so he can slide back between them and get back to his plan.
"Do you want my mouth on you?" Jesper presses kisses down until his lips have touched everywhere but Kell's hardness, a tease of a tongue against the base but he is intentionally not going further. He nuzzles at him, gray eyes nearly silver in lust, looking up toward him. "I want a yes." He smirks. "A please wouldn't hurt." The problem with talking before was giving Kell too many options to angst over. This is direct in comparison.
Part of it is that Kell really didn't get as much sex as he'd like to in the last ... eh... few months? Too stressed, depressed, angry, confused, and generally miserable to seek it. Between the Heralds' thing, Lunar Pond disaster, the nightmares, he just wasn't in the mood. And then there were other things, more private and personal, that kept him from even trying to think about the thing.
The other part, is that Kell's really that intense. Once he committed to something, he really goes all in. Head first, no stops.
Here, on this trip, his intentions are more like the latter. He's done with misery. Kell didn't actively seek an occasion for a hook-up. That's really not his style. But wasn't planning to miss such a pretty chance when it presented to itself to him. A very handsome chance. And very skilled one as it turns out.
Kell works great under clear direction. It all goes smoother when he doesn't have much to mull over. It's better when he doesn't have to think at all. A small, disappointed sigh escapes him when Jesper moves away to undress. But the view makes it up tenfold. Kell openly stares at the other man's naked body. How could he not to? It's perfect. He wants to put his hands all over it, and not only his hands.
Kell's eyes glide over Jesper's cock. He licks his lips, briefly musing how it would feel to touch it, to taste it. Jesper did ask him before what the wants. This might be one of those things. But he doesn't only stare, he moves further up just as Jesper instructed, and he's well awarded for it.
He only grows aware how tight and restrictive his own pants now feel when Jesper removes them from him, freeing Kell's now very hard cock. Strong hands urge his legs apart as Jesper slides between them with effortless ease. Soon Kell is back on moans and whimpers, with Jesper's lips everywhere but where he wants them most. But Jesper is a very indulgent lover, and he clearly reads the sings of Kell's body better than Kell himself. So of course he asks the right question.
"Yes" Kell's reply is a long moan. A please wouldn't hurt. "Please." But he hasn't finished yet. "And I want my mouth on you too."
Later. Now he's all shivering with anticipation for Jesper's mouth on him. He is, after all, a rather selfish prince.
The other part, is that Kell's really that intense. Once he committed to something, he really goes all in. Head first, no stops.
Here, on this trip, his intentions are more like the latter. He's done with misery. Kell didn't actively seek an occasion for a hook-up. That's really not his style. But wasn't planning to miss such a pretty chance when it presented to itself to him. A very handsome chance. And very skilled one as it turns out.
Kell works great under clear direction. It all goes smoother when he doesn't have much to mull over. It's better when he doesn't have to think at all. A small, disappointed sigh escapes him when Jesper moves away to undress. But the view makes it up tenfold. Kell openly stares at the other man's naked body. How could he not to? It's perfect. He wants to put his hands all over it, and not only his hands.
Kell's eyes glide over Jesper's cock. He licks his lips, briefly musing how it would feel to touch it, to taste it. Jesper did ask him before what the wants. This might be one of those things. But he doesn't only stare, he moves further up just as Jesper instructed, and he's well awarded for it.
He only grows aware how tight and restrictive his own pants now feel when Jesper removes them from him, freeing Kell's now very hard cock. Strong hands urge his legs apart as Jesper slides between them with effortless ease. Soon Kell is back on moans and whimpers, with Jesper's lips everywhere but where he wants them most. But Jesper is a very indulgent lover, and he clearly reads the sings of Kell's body better than Kell himself. So of course he asks the right question.
"Yes" Kell's reply is a long moan. A please wouldn't hurt. "Please." But he hasn't finished yet. "And I want my mouth on you too."
Later. Now he's all shivering with anticipation for Jesper's mouth on him. He is, after all, a rather selfish prince.
Kell's hungry look at him naked is greatly appreciated and he has no doubt this enthusiasm is going to go both ways, but he is a natural aggressor and there are few better ways to soothe uncertainty than a blow job to knock all thoughts away entirely. It is his go-to move because it's a very good move that he absolutely loves to do. He loves the flush of Kell's skin and he would be lying if that wasn't one of his favorite qualities of the fair-skinned redheads he's met. So colorful, one look at them and he can see all their desire.
"Good boy," Jesper chuckles, rewarding him right away with a lick of his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. It curls at the top and laps at the head gently to get him started. "You can have anything you want. All you have to do is ask." He doubts he has to worry about Kell getting too anxious again. Now that he has him firmly in hand, his long fingers wrapping around his cock, he is confident Kell will think of nothing but him from now on. He means what he says, Kell can put his mouth on him, he can put his cock in him or vice versa, Jesper is incredibly adaptable and down for all options.
Right now though he wants to feast. He holds him steady and while normally he might tease him a little longer, he did say please and that should be rewarded. Jesper laps at the tip until he gets a good taste and then lowers his mouth down to surround Kell but only fully covering the head. He curls his tongue along the sensitive underside of it and hollows his cheeks in, suckling as he makes his hot wet mouth tighter to get him started.
"Good boy," Jesper chuckles, rewarding him right away with a lick of his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. It curls at the top and laps at the head gently to get him started. "You can have anything you want. All you have to do is ask." He doubts he has to worry about Kell getting too anxious again. Now that he has him firmly in hand, his long fingers wrapping around his cock, he is confident Kell will think of nothing but him from now on. He means what he says, Kell can put his mouth on him, he can put his cock in him or vice versa, Jesper is incredibly adaptable and down for all options.
Right now though he wants to feast. He holds him steady and while normally he might tease him a little longer, he did say please and that should be rewarded. Jesper laps at the tip until he gets a good taste and then lowers his mouth down to surround Kell but only fully covering the head. He curls his tongue along the sensitive underside of it and hollows his cheeks in, suckling as he makes his hot wet mouth tighter to get him started.
The drag of Jesper's tongue on his cock makes Kell's toes curl, blood thundering through his veins. His fingers find their way to sink into Jesper's hair.
Saints, he's good.
All those dramatics risk making him look as if he'd never got a proper blow-job before. It would have been a very wrong conclusion. But there are good blow-jobs and there are exquisite. It's not difficult to divine from Kell's reactions what he thinks about the current one. Jesper has only just started, and he's already reduced Kell to a puddle of barely coherent mess. At a risk of completely melting into the sheets if this continues.
"A...aha--anything?" Kell regains enough control over his tongue to ask a question of his own. Now that you got him talking, he'd never stop. "It's a dangerous thing to promise to a magician."
A selfish, princeling magician, who'd like nothing more than to be indulged, praised and pampered, filled to the brim and brought to senseless ecstasy. That's a side of him that Kell rarely explores. He's the responsible one, the strong and powerful Antari. But under skilled hands - and tongue - of a total stranger, who knows nothing of his past, his role, his former and current duties, it feels safer to let go. If only for one night. Kell already feels - though he's not that fast to admit it, even to himself - that he'd rather like to make it more than one night. Improbable, yes, but wouldn't it be nice.
Saints, he's good.
All those dramatics risk making him look as if he'd never got a proper blow-job before. It would have been a very wrong conclusion. But there are good blow-jobs and there are exquisite. It's not difficult to divine from Kell's reactions what he thinks about the current one. Jesper has only just started, and he's already reduced Kell to a puddle of barely coherent mess. At a risk of completely melting into the sheets if this continues.
"A...aha--anything?" Kell regains enough control over his tongue to ask a question of his own. Now that you got him talking, he'd never stop. "It's a dangerous thing to promise to a magician."
A selfish, princeling magician, who'd like nothing more than to be indulged, praised and pampered, filled to the brim and brought to senseless ecstasy. That's a side of him that Kell rarely explores. He's the responsible one, the strong and powerful Antari. But under skilled hands - and tongue - of a total stranger, who knows nothing of his past, his role, his former and current duties, it feels safer to let go. If only for one night. Kell already feels - though he's not that fast to admit it, even to himself - that he'd rather like to make it more than one night. Improbable, yes, but wouldn't it be nice.
Jesper is someone who truly enjoys every second of sex, there is something wonderfully sensual and lusty about him, an air of someone who wants to touch and be touched, who could be the definition of sultry when gray eyes snap up to look at Kell from his current position. He smirks around him and pulls off him, his hand stroking from the base up to the tip and his thumb caressing the top, using the saliva and precum to slick him up a little better on the rest of his shaft. He pumps him slowly, knowing exactly the picture he makes as he taunts his cock with licks again, but only to answer him.
"Anything. For example, you can fuck my mouth. I don't have a gag reflex." It's something he always alerts his lovers to because he knows it is the type of thing they'd want to know. And so he never has to worry about any desperate apologies for going too deep. Jesper's hunger is only heightened when someone uses his talented mouth for what it was meant to do.
That message given with a wink, he acts quickly and without any mercy. Jesper swoops down, holding him firmly again, and swallows Kell down like he's a five star meal he can't hold back from savoring. He takes his cock well past the head and down, down, his throat relaxing, lost in the pleasant feeling of being full. Kell is burning hot and throbbing and Jesper wants to make him lose that too-worried mind of his. He no longer goes slow, he has a quick pace of bobbing his head up and down, relentless as he moans around him. There's the obscene sound of his lips suctioning around him and the gulping down of his length.
It may be a bit cruel for a first time, driving so fast at making Kell's mind explode, but he likes to make a good first impression. His other hand finds Kell's and makes certain that it slides into his hair so he can control him if he wants. All it takes is a firmer grip and Jesper will be passive in an instant, letting Kell take more if he wants it.
"Anything. For example, you can fuck my mouth. I don't have a gag reflex." It's something he always alerts his lovers to because he knows it is the type of thing they'd want to know. And so he never has to worry about any desperate apologies for going too deep. Jesper's hunger is only heightened when someone uses his talented mouth for what it was meant to do.
That message given with a wink, he acts quickly and without any mercy. Jesper swoops down, holding him firmly again, and swallows Kell down like he's a five star meal he can't hold back from savoring. He takes his cock well past the head and down, down, his throat relaxing, lost in the pleasant feeling of being full. Kell is burning hot and throbbing and Jesper wants to make him lose that too-worried mind of his. He no longer goes slow, he has a quick pace of bobbing his head up and down, relentless as he moans around him. There's the obscene sound of his lips suctioning around him and the gulping down of his length.
It may be a bit cruel for a first time, driving so fast at making Kell's mind explode, but he likes to make a good first impression. His other hand finds Kell's and makes certain that it slides into his hair so he can control him if he wants. All it takes is a firmer grip and Jesper will be passive in an instant, letting Kell take more if he wants it.
Gorgeous people who are well aware of their own attractiveness have unfair advantage. The moment their eyes meet, Kell fells victim of this advantage. The long stare, content and confident, that Jesper gives him would have been enough to boil his blood. But the view, the fact that this stunning man looks at him like that while slowly, decadently licking and sucking his cock? As if he was the best thing in the world. Which, honestly, and Kell is very aware of it, he is not. But it leaves no space for any such thoughts in his mind. Apart from the one about how fucking hot Jesper looks when he stares at him like that.
And then Jesper has the audacity to taunt him even more. As if he hasn't already wrapped Kell around his ... no, not finger, rather his inhumanly talented tongue. Kell's eyes fly open at Jesper suggestion. Desire flashes his vision all white. Fuck his mouth? Saints! He wants to fuck him everywhere now, but there? That sounds divine. It makes Kell's hips buck involuntarily.
He has no time to respond. No time to react even, no time for words or even a single grunt. Kell sucks in air through his teeth when Jesper descends down on him as if he was holding back right until this point and only now lost all control over his own hunger. As if Kell's cock somehow was the greatest delicacy the world can offer and Jesper just could not stop himself from devouring it.
Kell feels more than hears Jesper moan against his overstimulated hardness. The vibrations threatening to send him over the edge any second. Blanking his brain with every tiny rumble.
There's not a single conscious thought left in his mind. Nothing other than the raging lust, the crushing imperative to thrust deep between those luscious lips, shoot hot cum down his throat and have Jesper take it all.
Kell takes Jesper guiding his hand into his hair as a permission to do exactly that. His grip tightens on Jesper's silky locks. Pull gentle but firm. Expecting, asking, rather politely requesting that Jesper kindly relinquishes all control to him, and lets Kell fuck his mouth deep, as deep as he wants to fill him.
And then Jesper has the audacity to taunt him even more. As if he hasn't already wrapped Kell around his ... no, not finger, rather his inhumanly talented tongue. Kell's eyes fly open at Jesper suggestion. Desire flashes his vision all white. Fuck his mouth? Saints! He wants to fuck him everywhere now, but there? That sounds divine. It makes Kell's hips buck involuntarily.
He has no time to respond. No time to react even, no time for words or even a single grunt. Kell sucks in air through his teeth when Jesper descends down on him as if he was holding back right until this point and only now lost all control over his own hunger. As if Kell's cock somehow was the greatest delicacy the world can offer and Jesper just could not stop himself from devouring it.
Kell feels more than hears Jesper moan against his overstimulated hardness. The vibrations threatening to send him over the edge any second. Blanking his brain with every tiny rumble.
There's not a single conscious thought left in his mind. Nothing other than the raging lust, the crushing imperative to thrust deep between those luscious lips, shoot hot cum down his throat and have Jesper take it all.
Kell takes Jesper guiding his hand into his hair as a permission to do exactly that. His grip tightens on Jesper's silky locks. Pull gentle but firm. Expecting, asking, rather politely requesting that Jesper kindly relinquishes all control to him, and lets Kell fuck his mouth deep, as deep as he wants to fill him.
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